Just Now

Tonight I was reading Good Poems for Hard Times, an anthology selected by Garrison Keillor. This poem supports my idea of looking for beauty in simple things. Because of where my house is located I don't see many sunsets.  Traveling on Highway 57 in the north reaches of Idaho last evening I followed the sunset above. Nothing has been simpler or more beautiful.

Just Now


In the morning as the storm begins to blow away
the clear sky appears for a moment and it seems to me
that there has been something simpler than I could ever
simpler than I could have begun to find words for
not patient not even waiting no more hidden
than the air itself that became part of me for a while
with every breath and remained with me unnoticed
something that was here unnamed unknown in the days
and the nights not separate from them
not separate from them as they came and were gone
it must have been here neither early nor late then
by what name can I address it now holding out my thanks


~ W.S. Merwin ~


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